Posts Tagged ‘Poem’

In need of Your light Lord;
my life is such a mess.
Without it there’s no hope Lord;
of this I must confess.

Show me what to do Lord;
I’m ready to listen now.
My way didn’t work Lord;
would you please show me how?

Didn’t intend to forsake You Lord,
but I guess that’s what I’ve done;
one thing then another Lord,
till there’s little of the One.

Forgive me of my wrong Lord;
come and light my way.
Show me what to do Lord;
hear these words I pray.

Help me as I start Lord;
often please remind.
Show me everyday Lord;
life as You designed.


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The streets He walked were made of gold;
stepped down to dirt and stone.
That we might one day be with Him,
left angels round the throne.

The light of heaven came to us
with truth to light our way.
To any who believed in Him,
with Him they’d ever stay.

With Him to walk the streets of gold,
forever in His light;
then we the ones around His throne,
then we our God in sight.

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A few months ago, I joined a jail ministry team.  I really didn’t know for sure what to expect.  I guess I’ve always thought you would go in and try to convince a group of guys to believe or accept something they had no interest in. 

It has really been quite the opposite.  For the most part, the guys that come on Tuesday nights realize God has put them there to get their attention.  With few acceptions, they all believe, but realize their believing has not been sufficient enough to change the way they live. 

God knows how to get our attention doesn’t He.  Just this last Tuesday night, I told them that I may not have bottomed out in a way that landed me in jail, but I bottomed out in  my Christianity and He stopped me to get my attention.  Not to punish me, but because He had something good for me that He wanted me to find. 

I tell them that I am not a preacher, which I guess I really don’t have to mention.  (Some things go without saying)  We talk.  I tell them what has changed my life and the part writing has played in it.  Occasionally I leave a story or a poem with them. 

We have some good discussions.  They are honest and real.  A few weeks ago, one guy, who had a good way with words, expressed both belief and unbelief.  He believed but he was hesitant to just jump on the wagon.  Like all of us, he wanted it to be real.

Last week he came up to me afterwards and said he had written a couple of poems and wanted to know if I would read them and let him know what I thought.  I have decided to post one here today. 


My Cage

My addiction is a cage;
it wants my life.
It’s filled with confusion,
pain, guilt and strife.

It’s cold and it’s lonely,
regret my only friend.
Is this a life’s sentence?
When exactly will it end?

I weep for my family.
On this journey I’m lost.
I long for freedom;
can you tell me the cost?

I search for answers;
they must be the key.
My will is my bond;
my faith sets me free.

Yet I remain a prisoner
and console myself each night.
I’m still locked in this cage
but at least now it’s filled with light.

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Lake House

From the lighter side: written for a couple who’s lake house we spent the summer in while renovating it.

He cut a spot by the water’s edge
gave tranquil for its name;
those whose path would lead them there,
they will not leave the same.

The soothing sound that water makes
as it laps against the shore,
and the settling as you look across
that somehow helps restore.

The hustle fades as time is spent,
cares, they drift away;
in its place is a slowing down
and a compelling urge to stay.

Praise is due to two I think
for this setting that we see;
first the One who made it all
for our serenity.

And then the one who’s lake-house draws
us to these tranquil frames,
by removing all distractions
so we will not leave the same.

For if the lake-house has the things
that satisfy our whims,
the tranquil wonders might miss our eye
as things distract and dim.

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A Mother Cries

A mother cries, ‘Oh Lord my son’;
there is no hope but Thee.
I beg of You, please spare him Lord,
in this my painful plea.

O church rise up and fight the fight,
join in a mother’s cry.
Lay hold the hem and don’t let go;
don’t quit before you try.

A mother cries, lone voice is heard;
she’s weak against the foe.
Whose heart is moved to lend a hand?
Who’ll stand to make him go?

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Is It Any Wonder


Is it any wonder that He knows

the steps that I should take?

He goes ahead to clear the way,

a path for me to make.


He alone knows where I’m bound

and how to get me there;

to follow close and listen well,

this my only care.

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God’s Consuming Fire


We think we are clean till fire is applied.

It magnifies all that hasn’t died.

It burns away sin throughout our test;

it’s His require before His best.


We’re used to His patience, His love and His grace,

but in the fire He hides His face.

Instead of mercy, seems mean and cruel;

we’ve now come under a different rule.


His sights are set on what is best,

good no longer His aim;

He stokes and pokes and throws on the coal,

and increases both heat and flame.


Once the fire has burned away

all that had not died,

a flood of grace is ushered in

as He shows up at our side.


The fire still continues to burn

but not to cleanse our sin;

where once it was there to burn away,

now it burns Him in.

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A friend has passed and now he knows;

he sees the other side.

He wishes now that you could see;

will you let him now confide?


Before your time to leave this earth,

while yet you still remain;

I beg of you to catch a glimpse

of eternity’s domain.


Do you believe in heaven and hell?

I mean really—do you believe?

I see the splendor round the throne;

that hell has no reprieve;


the streets of gold that some will walk;

the fire that never dies;

in one the tears will be no more,

the other endless cries.


Please for your sake I beg of you,

give thought to what I’ve seen.

Don’t wait as I until your here

because of earthly dreams.


They don’t compare to what’s in store

and none are worth your soul;

please for your sake I beg of you,

yield more to God’s control.


You still have time to change your course

as long as you remain,

but first you have to catch a glimpse

of eternity’s domain.

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The Damage Done


He came a knockin’

at your cellar door.

He knew you’d open

as you’ve done before.

Oh, oh, the damage done.


You hit the site

and fulfilled his plan.

He watched the scenery

take another man.

Gone, gone, the damage done.


I wrote this song

because I love the man;

though I know that

he don’t understand;


to prove what, loves about.


I suffered much

for the damage done.

My heart went out for everyone

in hopes that they

could know the Son.

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For What It’s Worth


There’s something happening here.

What it is ain’t exactly clear.

His truth, He’s begun to declare –

telling me that I’ve got to beware.


I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound?

Everybody look what’s going down.


There’s battle lines bein’ drawn.

It’s time for right to stand against wrong.

We’ve got to renew our minds;

there’s too much resistance for these times.


I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound?

Everybody look what’s going down.


What a field-day we must meet.

Restraint’s been too little to speak.

This light too needful to hide.

His truth we have on our side.


It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound?

Everybody look what’s going down.


The love of God strikes deep.

Into your life if you seek.

This truth He wants to proclaim.

To those who will hear, He knows you’ll not be the same.


We better stop, hey, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.


Stop, hey, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

Stop, now, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

Stop, children, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

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